Its wild mountains are no boundaries.
So, congested I need to breathe.
Mofulatshepe as wild its namesake : Where springbok graze.
Divided by the dry dongas, dumping side.
Nkopane se grot, is die dorpie se geheim.
Die geheim van moordernaars en ganstars
Mind its people, millionaires, royals, wizards and prophets.
They are legends, authors, artists, professionals are there/here.
But I still need to breath, just to breath.
Township smells like over grazed dairy farm, ponds of waste materials.
I need to leap through the gouge, to breath.
To explore my talent, ride the flames of fame.
Twinkle on those theatre,sign autographs.